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A t my mercy, I push her over the back of the couch, already knowing the soft cushions will ease her fall. It’s not about comfort, though, but the anticipation of what I’m about to do. What my punishment really means. She can play all she wants, but we both know this is unfamiliar territory for her. I’m almost about to laugh with happiness, knowing I’ll be the first to introduce her to what it means to be punished by a Dom.

Sure, some punishment is meant to hurt, but most are a mental game to help train someone out of a particular behavior. But I use it as a tool to just express myself. Sometimes for teaching, others because my mood is dark and I need it. But now? It’s only because I know we’ll both enjoy it. Shit’s complicated between us. Her past, mine, our future. The reason we’re here. We might not have a ton of time to relax, but we have now. And I honestly can’t wait any longer.

I knew before I made that call to Domino that I wanted her. And then I touched her—really touched her—and I was lost. I was a second away from killing that asshole in the basement just so I could keep going. Seeing how far she’d let me, knowing she was as into it as I was because you can’t fake the wetness coming out of her pussy. Not even vamps can, even though they try hard to prove they’re that ready to go all the time. Takes a lot for a girl to get ready for a cock unless she’s primed or there’s sexual tension between her and her partner.

And that’s something we have no issues with.

Pulling her arms higher on her back, I guide my other hand up, pushing her skirt as I go. Higher and higher till that ass is showing. It’s covered in red lace. If I had my usual stuff with me, I would cut it off. But alas, no knife today.

My fingers curve around the elastic. I twist till her panties are bunched in my fist and so tight around her I know they’re rubbing along her clit. I pull the material toward me to have it all but disappear between her ass cheeks. She pants through it all but says nothing. She might have already learned her lesson, but I want more. I’m owed more. I require her moans of pleasure to get full penance out of her.

She sinks into the cushions a bit, her tippy toes not keeping her up anymore as she eases back onto the balls of her feet when I release my grip.

Silly pet. Probably thought we were done. That I would be satisfied with just that bit of discomfort and control. Maybe she expects me to just fuck her now. Whatever it is, I smile so wide that my face hurts when she screams after the first smack to her delectable ass. I enjoy the way it jiggles. I tap it twice more before squeezing a handful.

“Fuck, pet, I’m going to have to record your ass getting spanked. You take it so well.” I switch to her other cheek and give it the same treatment. She hasn’t cried out since the first time, but she’s whimpering and moaning enough that I know she’s getting off on this like I am.

As I pull her arms higher, her ass pops out more, and she groans as it rubs against my pants-covered dick. I’m so fucking hard, I’m impressed the fabric has held up. Bane’s suit guy knows his shit. I’m usually only in jeans or camos, wanting comfort more than a monkey suit. Should have known Bane’s guy was chosen for the same reason—it’s comfortable but still classy enough to wear into a place that has a dress code. Well, sort of. I doubt most places have three pages worth of details about what’s considered appropriate dress to wear that includes the steel in collared leashes and the color of an anal plug.

When I rub my dick along her ass, she pants, whining, begging for it. But not yet. Just like before, I give her no warning and jam my fingers into her heat. She bucks against me as I start to piston them in and out so fast I can hear her wetness between my fingers. She’s close.

I smack her ass again. It’s different now that my fingers are wet. This time her cry is higher. Not that I’m holding back. I’ve already warmed her up. She can take it; she can take more. A few more times and her entire ass is a nice rosy red, matching those damn panties that are still on.

My fingers find her heat again, and she shudders as if she’s trying to keep from coming. I can’t have that. When she does, she’ll get off around my dick. I already made that promise to myself the last time I watched her fall apart. Not missing out on that again.

Releasing her hands, I unfasten my pants and push them down quickly, all while keeping her on the brink. She’s a good pet and doesn’t move her hands an inch once I’m not holding them down. She does it out of memory of my command, or because she’s so lost in the moment, she doesn’t even notice I’ve released her.

When I pull my fingers out, her whimper of protest turns to a groan of pleasure as my cock slides in. Then a scream when I go back to smacking her ass while I fuck her from behind. She’s everything I knew she would be and more. Her heat teases me to let loose. I almost fall with her over the edge when she comes undone and grips my dick like a vise, but I resist. I might not be seventeen anymore, able to go on repeat seconds after coming, but I sure as hell know how to stave off my release to make it amazing for both of us for hours.

I told her we weren’t going to do anything else till I was done with her. And pulling one orgasm from her barely whets my appetite.

I slow, bending enough to kiss her shoulder blade as I pull out and lift her. Turning her till she’s facing me, I massage her shoulders and arms. My dick might not be inside her, but my touch will never be away from her tonight. She’ll know she’s mine. There’ll be no doubt that I’m with her in this till the very end. Whenever that’ll be.

Is it too early to want more time? To see where this goes beyond the night, the week, the year? I wasn’t looking for an old lady, not really. But if I had to pick one, I’d say Billy checks off everything on my wish list.

“Did you enjoy that, pet?”

She nods, her eyes closed as she sways into my touch while I work the small knots from her shoulders.

“Want to taste yourself?”

She blinks her eyes open and nods again.

“Good girl.”

I push gently, and she lowers to her knees. I brush her hair back, wanting to see everything. Leaving one hand on her head, I keep petting her as I grab my dick with the other, squeezing the base just enough to fend off the urge to paint her as mine.

Instead, I guide my tip to her lips and coat them in a single drop of precum. The sight of her sticky has me shaking with need.

“Open wide, pet. Taste yourself.”

Watching her take me in is nothing compared to how it feels. I can’t tell what I like more, her mouth or her pussy. When I have her ass, I know it’ll be a three-way tie. I plan to take every part that she’ll let me. And now that she trusts me, I won’t test it too much. I knew how precious a gift it was when she gave it to me. Better than anything I could have gotten at the store.

“Touch me, pet.” I’m pushing my control further than I’ve ever tested myself before.

Her touch isn’t hesitant but confident. Determined to bring me to the edge.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head to the ceiling as I just take this all in. I’ve had women on their knees for me before. But none of them brought me to this point with a single deep suck and a hard squeeze as she jerks me off in time to her bobbing on my cock.

“That’s right, pet. Lick me clean. Fuck, you’re good at that. Knew your mouth would be amazing. Just like that tight little pussy of yours. Both sucking hard on my cock to get me to blow. But not yet.”

Stepping back, I sit on the bed, dick hard and pointing upward as I sit half dressed while I look at my girl. Her skirt is covering her lower half, but I know her panties are still bunched to the side from when I rammed into her tight heat. Maybe even some in her ass crack still.

“Come here, pet.”

Standing, she does so with a grace I’ve always admired in a sub. When she’s between my legs, I guide my fingers around her and unfasten her skirt to let it fall, then push her panties down till they drop to the floor as well.

“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her stomach and don’t say anything as she raises her hand and slowly, almost with hesitation, runs it through my hair. I don’t punish her for touching me. I already gave her permission to move. Groaning as her fingernails scrape against my skull, I nuzzle her smooth skin.

“So are you.” Her whisper makes me still and look up at her. She broke a rule. But the look on her face has me seeing we’re past our scene, further than just a need to play.

I rise, kissing her gently on the lips, letting her know there’ll be no punishment for what she said. My Dom side has been eased after coming out earlier. I’m not one who has it turned on all the time. I can’t be, but there’re aspects of being dominant in my everyday life. And sometimes, like now, it can be placated enough that I can just enjoy the need to take and have what’s mine without all the rules. All the bullshit in life. Just my baser instincts taking over.

Billy’s mine.

I toss her onto the bed. I would smile at the way she bounces and scrambles about to gain purchase to keep from bouncing more, but I can’t. All I see is what’s mine in a soft bed that’s about to be ruined by our coming together.

“Mine,” I growl and watch her eyes dilate. She likes that.

I kick off my shoes as she gets on her knees. I push my pants and briefs down as she crawls on her knees back to me. After I step out of my clothes and take my socks off, I stand with her right on the edge of the bed. She grabs my opened shirt and tears it apart. The last two buttons fly off somewhere as we both take the final piece of clothing off me.

I grab her face with both hands, holding her still as I stare at her. “Say it.”

No hesitation. No signs of a lie. Nothing but the truth from her. “Yours.”

“Damn straight.”

It’s the last thing either of us says before we’re all lips, teeth, even claws. We’re everywhere on each other. There isn’t a part of us not touching, with the way I hold her close and her molding around me as our mouths fuse.

She tastes like sunshine and sin all in one. Like destiny.

Billy’s mine. She has to be. Nothing should taste like she does and not belong to me. It would be the biggest and worst joke in the universe.

I can taste both her and me on her tongue. I only got a small taste earlier when I sucked her juices from my fingers downstairs, but I was rushed in the moment. I didn’t get to enjoy. Now I can.

I lean forward, putting my hands on the bed. She bends back but never leaves my lips as her hands cling to my head, still playing with my short hair. I’ve never had a woman play with it so much, and I fucking love it. “Play with it all day, every day” is what I want to tell her, but my mouth refuses to lift from her perfect lips.

We fall easily onto the bed with little to no bounce. My feet remain on the floor, while her legs are folded back. If she’s uncomfortable, she doesn’t show or say anything.

With a grunt of displeasure, I leave her precious lips. She also whimpers in protest, but I silently promise that I’ll make it better for both of us soon.

I kiss down her jaw, which she tilts up to give me more access, biting as I go to replace the faded marks from before. I like my version of a necklace against her skin. Three deep bites satisfy the beast of possessive need inside me, and I move lower to her perfect breasts.

Jesus, everything on her is perfect. Maybe others will find a flaw, but I don’t. I find nothing. And I’m looking, tasting, searching with my fingers. Everything is beyond perfection, and it’s all mine. Mine to mark and claim as my own.

I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other. Her back arches high off the bed, and I cradle her as I lick around each one, watching the goose bumps spread across her tits as I blow cold air along her tight peaks after lavishing them with my hot mouth. She writhes beneath me, her hands on me but never pushing away. Never that. Just pulling me closer to do more.

And the pants, moans, even the whispers for more and not to stop leaving her mouth have me finally grinning as I reach my prize. Because that’s what she is. A prize to be won. A reward for all the past shit I’ve dealt with. Her pussy might not seem magical—after all, it’s just a pussy—but it’s hers. It belongs to Billy, and she has me spellbound for everything about her since we met. Sure, we’ve had our trials, and things still haven’t been figured out cleanly, but I don’t think I can ever walk away. Not fully. And especially not after making her mine.

When I get to the apex between her thighs, I glide my fingers over her wet core but don’t do anything except tease her from above. I kneel on the ground, happy to find the bed at the right height for what I plan, as I grab one leg, then the other, and put them over my shoulders. Gripping her hips, I pull her down to my waiting mouth.

Her cream hitting my tongue has us both moaning. I don’t tease her anymore, don’t draw this out. I can’t. A frenzy takes over the second I have her in my mouth and on my tongue. I suck her clit till she bows up and then falls back down as I bury my tongue as far as it will go down her sweet tunnel.

I could spend years down here, but it’s only seconds before she’s bucking her hips with my name on her lips as she comes.

I lick her clean as my name rings in my ears. My name. Not my road name, not Casper, but Ford. I haven’t had a woman call me that in so long, you’d think I’d forgotten I had another name. Peeking up at her, I don’t see a second agenda on her face. Just bliss as she keeps her eyes closed tight, her body twitching with each swipe of my tongue on her sensitive skin.

Kissing her mound once, both as a thank-you and a promise that I’ll be back again, I lower her legs from my shoulders. After twisting my neck to get the crick out from the way she held tight while I ate her out, I crawl up the bed, pulling her higher up as I go.

“Say it again,” I growl in her ear and watch her eyes flutter open.

“Yours.”

I shake my head. While it’s true, that’s not what I want her to say.

“No, my name.”

She sinks into the pillow now below her head and smiles as she raises her hand to caress my cheek. “Casper.”

I shake my head again, slower. She frowns at my action as she watches me. There’s no smile on my face, nothing for her to see till I know what to feel. And watching her eyes grow wide as she realizes what she said pleases me more than hearing her calling herself mine.

“Ford.” The whisper is so soft, softer than anything before. I have to read her lips more than hear it. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she stutters as fear creeps onto her face, easy to see.

“Say it.” She shakes her head, clearly afraid that this is a trick. “Say it, Krista. Call the name of the man you’re fucking. The name of the man you’re marking as yours.” I lean in close to her ear as I push my dick against her sweet cunt. “Say it,” I groan as I push in.

“Foooorrrddd,” she hisses as I slide in as deep as I can.

I stay a second, just long enough to stave off my need to paint her white so quickly. Once I’m no longer in danger of coming, I pull out and slam back in. Grabbing her left leg, I hook it high on my hip and rock into her hard, over and over again. Her tits bounce, and I watch before leaning down and kissing them. They’re bouncing so much, though, that I switch to tasting them on my tongue instead.

She hooks her other leg around and locks her ankles, pulling me deeper. She gives as well as she takes, slamming her body to mine just as I do hers. We press our foreheads together as we watch our bodies coming together in the most primal way.

I’m close. So close. But so is she.

“Say it.” I can’t help the deep growl in my voice that’s lower than usual. I need to hear it before I go over. I have to.

“Mine.”

Her claim sends me shooting off as she comes with me, sucking every drop from me. It wasn’t what I was expecting. It wasn’t even what I wanted to hear.

But it was what I needed to know.

And a part of me, deep down inside, that I thought would never be full, locks her up to never be released again. While I might be hers, she’s definitely mine. I just hope she understands that I don’t play for anything but keeps. Just like in the movie when that damn ghost asked the girl if he can keep her.

But I’m not asking.

I’m taking.